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“The boy was good-looking, with hair so fair it was nearly white, and black eyes. “That’s Valentine,” said a voice at her elbow. “When…

— Cassandra Clare

“My hand lowers to the small of her back, and I leave her with one last kiss to the forehead that feels more genuine…

— Krista Ritchie

“The first thing that came into my mind when I saw her lounging at the front of the class was the look in her…

— Serra Elinsen

“Evie's hair had been piled at the crown of her head in a mass of gleaming red curls and fastened with pearl-tipped pins. The…

— Lisa Kleypas

“I caught a glimpse of my face in the mirror as we glided p. I looked as eroded as the groaning lift. What had…

— Tatiana de Rosnay

“The sun flooded Livvie's apartment. I lay in her bed, smothered in throw pillows of various colors and shapes (seriously ladies, what the fuck…

— C.J. Roberts

“There was Annabelle, with her honey-streaked hair curled into shining upswept ringlets, her complexion as fresh as that of the idealized dairymaids who were…

— Lisa Kleypas

“With her mother's remarks about his uncle in mind she looked at him with fresh interest and was forced to acknowledge that he too…

— Aline Templeton

“I had a queer time with Aunt today, and, as I got the best of it, I'll tell you about it," began Jo, who…

— Louisa May Alcott

“My dear, I could hardly keep still in my chair. I wanted to dash out of the house and leap in a taxi and…

— Evelyn Waugh

“Curley's wife lay with a half-covering of yellow hay. And the meanness and the plannings and the discontent and the ache for attention were…

— John Steinbeck

“His face searching the bus windows looked expectant, impatient, and a little anxious. It was a husband's face. Familiar, known, increasing beloved. Mary Ann,…

— Ann Head